“Name each other’s birthday.” Avery and I sat there in silence, staring at our papers. “February…” I winced. “…fourteenth?” She snorted. “That’s Valentine’s Day.” “You’re supposed to write it down,” Miri reminded us. “It can be both,” I said defensively. “People are born on Valentine’s Day. And you don’t know my birthday. It’s January 27th.”
my birthday
